Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Sep 2015
Sjr1000
Destiny's child
had a smile,
"How are you doin"
She winked.

"There have been many
close calls,
I've done my best
Afraid you'll have to do the rest"

Yanked out of the way
of that car
flying by at a hundred miles an hour
paused just long enough,
Didn't fall when surrender called.

There was that 18 wheeler
changing lanes fast,
Snow flying everywhere,
Couldn't see me,
Moved on over to the center divider,
The only place not concrete,
Destiny's child
she likes to smile,
Laughs with glee,
A tinkerbell to me.

The CHP didn't look into my pocket
"Please"
Destiny's child
she's been on my side,
I just go along for the ride,
She takes care of everything.

We've all had 'em
many close calls,
Almost near falls,
Some have her
some don't,
Some survive,
Some die.
Directing traffic,
Destiny's child,
Roads not taken
every once in a while.

There she goes laughing,
She can be pretty wild,
Destiny's child.

There ought to be a Tarot card
with her name,
When she steps in
the game will change,
She knows how to dance on the
head of a pin,
Change generations
with a gleeful laughing grin.

Destiny's child
She was there that night,
When I was looking through the circular light
Stop sign with a grin,
She knows when you gotta end,
She knows when you gotta begin.

You'll catch her out of the corner
of your eye,
When the light's just right,
She ain't up there with the green flash,
But she definitely has class.

Destiny's child,
I'll be grateful to her
'till the last gasp.
 Aug 2015
Elisa Maria Argiro
The first thing I remember is breathing under water.
And what do you remember, dear and distant friend?

Lifetimes, braided together like blessed challah bread,
are intertwined, one into the next, sometimes glimpsed.

Living so differently, in music, through earthquakes and
tidal waves, we visit from one time into another,
to learn, to see life through one heart, our one unbounded
mind, the one universal soul that inhabits us all.

I have heard it said that after our ten thousandth lifetime
we can go home to our limitless beginnings.

Are we ready, dear, and distant friend?
Are you? Am I?
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Aug 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
My papa wanted a Doctor from his son
But I wasn't one for Biology and Chemistry
Then he told me to try Engineering
But couldn't cope up with Geometry
Then he said I could try literature
But I was one with the opposing nature
Anyway I gave up the trigonometry
And in literature I met prose and poetry
It's a place where pain turns to comfort
Where I have opportunity to dirt every page
Whether I'm at peace or burdened by rage
It's somewhere I can go to evade fear
Or see my future even if it ain't clear
And even though my mood swings are rampant
It is a place where I have all the might to fight
And turn every dark corner of this world alight
My Papa in giving me the world gave me everything
A place for heart beats and mind reminiscing
For this place ain't just my Earth, It's a galaxy with her Sun
 Aug 2015
SøułSurvivør
---

looking up into a bowl
over this ball that's cracked and old
spinning on just as arranged
sometimes
the vast sky is strange

shredding paper, spilling ink
words tumble blithely as i think
trying for a depth and range
sometimes
poetry is strange

there are ironic truths in lies
there are many starry skies
there are questions
which arise
there are fools and
there are wise
transparency
and deep disguise
there are many who
despise

i have a hope
that things will change
but
sometimes
LIFE
is
very
strange


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/30/2015
---
 Aug 2015
nivek
you crawled among giants
subservient
always planning the next escape
finally succeeding
there is no going back
 Aug 2015
K Balachandran
Long wintry nights I endured, in my eyes lie frozen,
like an orphaned dog I roamed, how many many, lives?
Sniffing at every thing, looking for love immortal,
at times tied down by the unrelenting chain of pain.


A spring in my heart remains still, that spoke unfazed,
of the flowers of the valley, blue mountains and chirpy birds,
that fly crossing limits to sunny lands away and far,
where dreams in many colors flower in mirthful hearts,


Love was an oasis at the far end of the desert,I reached at last after
meandering through desert tracks  lined on both sides with cactus
but the oasis I found was long deserted,the spring fully dried,
it turned out to be a mirage, created to trap me forever.


My soul was still a land of light where a wise bird kept on singing,
cheering  me to move on,  to reach the last and highest peak,
the wise speak about in meditative silence  day and night.
it was in sight, beyond the mind, mount Kailash of my dreams,


In the icy lake waters I dipped thrice, and took three circles around,
the morning mist cleared, like burnished gold the mount  gleamed,
my climb I started, those golden steps to fulfillment.
Next page